This certainly hasn’t occurred due to an absence of stuff to blog about. Indeed the exact opposite.

I feel very torn about whether TF still has legs these days. But it’s been so important to me in the past – and for such a long time – that it’s extremely hard to just give up and declare it dead. And pretty much impossible to abandon it to a slow lingering death of neglect, rather than putting some kind of at least semi-decisive fullstop on it.

Anyway. How am I? Okay. Feeling slightly weary and wartorn between one thing and another, and very ready for winter to be over. But it nearly is. \o/!

I’m okay.

I plan to spend the time between now and my birthday on September 14th hibernating regeneratively and getting my house in order – which includes undertaking the epic, long-procrastinated and hopefully cathartic task of updating TF retrospectively with documentation of some of my zany 2012 adventures.

Depending on the extent to which this latter task seems rewarding and worthwhile or more like taking a reluctant zombie for a walk, we’ll see what happens.

This was followed by brief beers down the road with Moo & Thea; trammage back to mine with Thea, and thence into town; a MIFF screening of Marina Abramovic: The Artist Is Present with Bousy & her friend Luke at ACMI; drinks with Bous, Luke, Kellie & Nathan in Fed Square after that, and thenAdam’s Birthday, which inevitably kicked on until about midday the next day. After that I slept for 16 hours.